Diabolical Daemonic ’s Comments (group member since Nov 04, 2011)

Diabolical Daemonic ’s comments from the Island of the Lost group.

"Here momma thought the military was goin' to kill me, fuck." Choking on the laughter that bubbled from her throat, the Red sagged against his shoulder, green eyes closing over. Well, hell, he sure did hope she wasn't dead.

"Come on Red, just a little further." Stumbling from the wreckage of the plane, the sea hit him with a cold shock, then the slow burning of salt water hitting his eyes. Well, his day had gone from bad to worse.

Struggling to the shore, he unceremoniously dropped the Red onto the sand, falling down beside her.

Ouch, that was a mistake. Cradling his shoulder, he blinked away the sun and tried to focus on the figures on the beach. Why the hell would someone want to go back into the plane. Liable to blow up, it was. Or something.

Coughing, choking on the smoke building in his lungs, Peppi struggled to his feet, tripping, stumbling his way to the exit, the Red clinging to his shoulder.

"That's goin' to be sore in the mornin', doll." Wheezing, the Red gave a bloody grin from the floor, ceiling, whatever, rolling onto her back as she gasped. Peppi merely grunted in way of reply, holding back a string of curses as he cradled his shoulder.

He really needed to get out of here. Even now, the smoke was thickening, streaming through the crack that had been the end of the aircraft.

The woman beside him was groaning, but he couldn't take his eyes off the slack-jawed corpse beside him. H-he was dead, and beside him, and he was getting near hysterical. Deep breaths, deep breaths.

The woman, a petite red-head he dimly remembered trying to hit on, was coughing now, great whooping coughs that spotted her hands with blood. Mio dio, was she going to die too?

"Cazzo," he swore, reaching over her own flailing hands to help her with the belts that were near bisecting her. "Let me help."

With a pop, the belt came loose, and so did the red landing with a thump and a groan onto the ceiling. She was still, until the coughing started again, her dry heaving nearly downing out the cries and moans of the other passengers.

Oh god, he was still hip-hugging the corpse. Struggling once again with his own belt, a short scream escaped him as he landed hard on his shoulder, the joint giving a pop as the bone let go.

((I see that thar, little missy))

He'd been fifteen when he'd had his first hit of heroin. It had been a bad trip, whether from quality or sensitivty, and he'd woken up several hours earlier, bloody and sickened to his stomach in a bed not his own.

It had only been one of many occasions where he would wake up, disorientated and ill in places he didn't know, but, mio dio, he'd given that all up years ago.

But here he was again, pain lacing his whole body, lights dancing, and the smell of burning lacing the air.

Emilio must've burnt the toast again, he thought dizzily, sour bile in his throat. Why's the world topsy-turvy?

Indeed, why was he even upside down? He'd made sure to hide the duct tape-

He'd been in a plane. Why was he upside down in a plane? Why was he upside down, in a god-damn plane feeling like he'd taken the worst hit in his life.

Mio dio, he'd been a fucking plane crash. Groping blindly at his straps, heart rattling in his chest, he all but barfed with the sick realization. That smell...it was of people dying, not some side-effect of some drug.

Oh god, the guy beside him was dead...

-Name- Giuseppe Benvenuto Palladino, also uses the diminutive Peppi
-Age- 22 (July 3)
-Gender- Male
-Appearance- [link]
-Destination- Bologna, Emilia-Romagna, Italy, and from there, Cerignola, Apulia, Italy
-History- Peppi is the definition of wild-child. Growing up without a father, he had little discipline in his life, his mother working night and day to keep them afloat. He had his fingers in every proverbial pot of honey, from drugs to street fighting. His mother sent him to Winnipeg to straighten out, and through much rehabilitation, he has-somewhat.

-Name- Eustathios Elias Eliopoulos, but uses the diminutive Stathis
-Age- 23 (December 17)
-Gender- Male
-Appearance- [link]
-Destination- Bologna, Emilia-Romagna, Italy, and from there, Rhodes, South Aegean, Greece.
-History-

-Name- Severiano Bernardo Paredes, uses the diminutive Seve
-Age- 21 (September 24)
-Gender- Male
-Appearance- [link]
-Destination- Bologna, Emilia-Romagna, Italy
-History-
-Name- Cynthia Camellia Cote
-Age- 26 (December 1st)
-Gender- Female
-Appearance- [link]
-Destination- Bologna, Emilia-Romagna, Italy, and from there, Camp Nathan Smith, Kandahar, Afghanistan.
-History- Cynthia works as a Vehicle Technician for the Canadian military. Coming from a long line of proud and famous fighters, it was a great disappointment for the family when she showed less interest in war tactics and more in the careful wiring of the family TV.

Their disappointment only increased when she got pregnant when she was sixteen, and gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. Cynthia signed up with the military six years later, leaving her daughter of six in the care of her parents while she served her country.

Yeah, its too bad he isn't the smartest banana Thank you very much, he shall have much fun on this little island >:D

Naw! Its great that you're here! XD


And cool charrie ._. -stares-

Nah, I'm not a stalker at least I don't think I am, but those sure are strange coincidences.

>.> <.<

O_O

Random number generator has now become suspicious in my mind.

-Name- Raphael Auriville Villeneuve

-Age- 19 (March 19th)

-Look- [here]

-Past- The baby of their group, Raphael is rather famous in his apartment block in Montreal, Quebec for his ability to slip into any room no matter how many locks, a talent, he is told, that he inherited from his father.

Coming from a low-income family, Raphael received his nickname when he made the mistake of stealing his grandfather's prize whiskey and draining it in one go (and becoming sick for several weeks afterwards, but that's beside the point).

When he was sixteen, at the aversion of his family, he joined the military to for reasons yet unknown to even himself. He works as a sniper, but spends many hours with the techeads (*coughLiamcoughCynthia*), and has recently developed a fascination for it. But, unlike his companions, he wasn't on the plane to get shipped back home, but was being sent to a Canadian embassy in Mexico. The plane crash is much of a blessing for him.

b>-Name- Cynthia Camellia Cote

-Age- 26 (December 1st)

-Look- [here]

-Past- Much like her co-worker Liam, Cynthia works as a mechanic for the Canadian military, though not by choice. Coming from a long line of proud and famous fighters, it was a great disappointment for the family when she showed less interest in war tactics and more in the long line of the working of things.

Their disappointment only increased when she got pregnant when she was sixteen, and gave birth to an illegitimate child nine months later (a bouncing baby girl who inherited her father's dark looks but her mother's vibrant hair).

Feeling it her duty, she signed up with the military six years later, leaving her daughter of six and her boyfriend of ten years to fend for themselves while she served her country. She (along with her team of three) were taking a brief stop in the Bahamas before heading home, that is, before their plane crashed.

Yeah, cause this ain't surprisin' to anyone >.<

Name- Liam Laramie Leymieux

Age- 23 (August 6th)

Look- [here]

Past- A mech-head and an all around idiot when it comes to keeping his mouth shut, Liam has spent most of his life in and out of juvie for mostly petty crimes.

The son of a late mechanic, Liam learned his trade in the slums of Toronto, jacking up stolen cars alongside his old man like a pro. But when his father died when he was sixteen, he took a considerable turn for a worse. His mother, an anorexic woman of poor health, couldn't control him and eventually through down all reigns when it came to controlling him.

He bgean to dabble in the darker side, and even worked for the Hell's Angel's for a while, taking all the drugs offered to him and waking up in places he would never usually go.

After his final incarceration (at the age of seventeen), he decided to get his life straight and signed up with the military, fixing everything from jeeps to planes for his country.

He was on his way home when this most unfortunate accident occurred.